The thick spiritual power surged forward, following Xie Zhiwei's fingertips and quickly flowing into the veins in Mu Ji's hand. Four years of Lingquan did not have white bubbles. These spiritual powers have amazing repairing power. It took half a column of incense to repair the broken joints, and then gave birth to new flesh and blood.

During this period, Mu Qi had been quietly shrinking in the corner. It was rare for him to show such a helpless and weak appearance now, and Xie Zhiwei couldn't help but think that he pretended to be pitiful in front of him four years ago. He couldn't help but sighed and touched his head.

According to the setting of the male protagonist in the future, this head will be touched once less.

But when his fingertips touched the top of Mu Qi's head, Mu Qi suddenly raised his eyebrows. The blood agate in his hand was dazzling at this moment.

This broken stone is the last wave of tossing, the male protagonist rises up, just bear with it, the stars and seas outside are waiting for you to conquer!

Xie Zhiwei just wanted to say something to cheer him up, but his eyes flashed.

The dizzying red light lingered back and forth, and some fragmented pictures appeared in the field of vision, there were parts and parts.

Under what circumstances, the power of this stone-breaking spiritual attack can spread to others?

However... this seems to be a fragment of the male lead's memory.

Xie Zhiwei calmed down and quickly caught the slightly bigger one, so he quickly browsed.

The first fragment was the young Mu Qi who got out from under the table and ran to grab the trouser legs of a man who was pulling the corner of a woman's clothes in his hands. The woman turned her head back in panic, revealing eyebrows that were almost identical to those of Mu Qi.

The second fragment, broken dishes on the ground, as well as meals soiled with mud. A group of domineering Dan Dingcheng disciples kept kicking Mu Qi, who had fallen, until Mu Qi slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed the food and delivered it to his mouth.

The third fragment, Bai Yu looked down at Mu Kui condescendingly, and Mu Kui was dying, his face was like white paper, black blood poured out of his mouth, but his eyes were wide open. The jade card in Bai Yu's hand was reflected in his pupils, as well as Cheng Daoxiu's vicious smile.

Mu Hao, who managed to calm down, began to make a repressed gasp again, and the right hand that was being repaired by Xie Zhiwei trembled slightly. Xie Zhiwei wanted to appease him but made a movement that disturbed his mind, the only thing he could do was to hold his wrist tightly.

The fragments are still floating out one by one, which seems like a dream, but it has actually happened. It is nothing more than a more painful experience before and after Mu Hao's rebirth.

Xie Zhiwei gradually couldn't bear to look at it, and suddenly he was filled with righteous indignation, and he had the urge to point at the grass python hero's nose.

This guy moves his fingers and taps the keyboard, and the characters in the pen have to live and die according to his brain hole. The author is entertained and the reader is happy, what about the protagonist?

It is true that the heaven will entrust the people with great responsibility, and they must first die of their own mothers, cut off their brothers and feet, and endure hardships in order to become a superior person.

But the question is whether or not Mu Kuo is willing to be a high-ranking person, and does he want to take on this great responsibility?

Blackening is awesome, but the price is heavy. If you ask any normal person to choose, you must want to live a peaceful and steady life. Even if was a pawn of a dealer, didn't want to die mother.

These unscrupulous authors who only abuse characters...

Xie Zhiwei was wandering in his thoughts when suddenly Mu Hao whispered, "No..."

It was also at this time that the last bit of flesh on his right hand grew, and after the repair, his first action was to clench it tightly. The brilliance of the blood agate shone through his fingers, suddenly and powerfully as if returning to the light.

Immediately afterwards, all the fragments overlapped to form a complete and clear picture. In the picture, Xie Zhiwei had never seen his embarrassed appearance before, and some of them didn't see it, but they had to.

It was four years ago on a cliff, and he was motionless and held tightly by Mu Hao in his arms, obviously dead. Several Daoist disciples wanted to take over his body, but Mu Qian couldn't let go. He fell into the muddy water with his arms around the corpse, his white clothes were dirty, his movements were firm, but his expression was extremely helpless.

He was crying, crying unabashedly, and the rain was not against his face, as if there were so many tears in his eyes.

Is this actually the biggest and strongest blow to the male protagonist? Is the attack power of the blood agate deviated, or is the memory of the male protagonist deviated?

Xie Zhiwei suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart, and for some reason he said, "Don't cry."

The picture gradually began to blur, which was a precursor to the decrease in the attack power of the blood agate.

Xie Zhiwei felt that what he said just now was a bit stupid, but he suddenly heard a choked answer: "Yes, don't cry..."

Well, he's not alone in being an idiot.

The next moment, Mu Hao slowly stood up straight, although the red light in his eyes was still there, a phantom of a black lotus rose above his head.

When Xie Zhiwei saw it, he was overjoyed. The male protagonist finally cheered up from the confusion of the red light, knowing that he would take Hei Lian to resist. Then, Xie Zhiwei widened his eyes. Because while the black lotus and the blood agate were fighting against each other, they also launched a corresponding mental attack.

This time not only affected, but directly on Xie Zhiwei.

The system issued a piercing alarm: "Warning, an external force is intruding, trying to grab your memory fragments, do you allow me to grant it?"

Xie Zhiwei wondered: "I am a traveler, what kind of memory fragments do I have?"

The system replied: "There is only one left, it is useless. In order to prevent the exposure of traversal identity, it is recommended to grant it."

Xie Zhiwei couldn't remember when he kept this kind of thing for a while, so he nodded: "Give it."

With a "ding" sound from the system, a picture floated out from his consciousness, and it appeared in front of the two of them.

It was a cloudless step on the cliff, there were Yan Zhifei, Chu Zhishi, Xia Zhiqi, and the father and son of the Bai family. Wearing a half-old Taoist robe that had just entered the Taoist sect, Mu Qi knelt in front of a man wearing a crow blue Taoist robe, and said with tears in his eyes, "My name is Mu He. Because my father died early, my mother raised it all. I entered the Taoist sect. Cultivation is my mother's lifelong wish, and I can achieve it today. Thank you, Master, and thank you, uncles and uncles."

He bowed to the man three times in a row, and the man in front of him smiled and nodded, with a lot of concern and pity in his eyes.

Xie Zhiwei suddenly realized and remembered.

... At that time, he thought it was quite fresh for the hero to cry, and thought that he would never see it again, so he asked the hero of the grass python to save him a screenshot.

Chapter 69

Xie Zhi secretly sighed, if it wasn't for the privilege of following the blood agate to see the male protagonist's memory fragments today, who would have known that there would be people crying even more?

When he died, the male protagonist actually cried like that. It would be terrifying if it was fake.

But it doesn't seem to be pretending. The male protagonist has recovered his identity. Is it necessary to work so hard?

But the male protagonist must die to save face, otherwise why would he be unable to bear the sight of his crying?

Xie Zhiwei couldn't figure it out, and when his brows were frowning, the hand that was holding Mu Hao was suddenly thrown away, and Xie Zhiwei almost stumbled.

He hurriedly stabilized his body, raised his head, and met Mu Qian's eyes. There was no red in it, and it was as clear as ink.

Xie Zhiwei instinctively took a few steps back, feeling the cold from his heart to the soles of his feet.

The soft expression quickly disappeared from Mu Hao's face, and the whole body was cold to the extreme. He seemed to have a feeling, he raised his right hand and slowly flattened it, the dull blood agate rested in the palm of his hand, and his right hand was already well-joined and moved freely.

Mu Qi quickly recognized the remaining spiritual power in his hand, and said softly, "Red Lotus."

Xie Zhiwei caught a glimpse of the green brilliance that the Qingping sword spurted out in the next instant, and he snorted: Yes, the male protagonist's right hand is easy to treat, and it seems that he doesn't want to treat it... don't care whether he is a masochist or a bitter scheming. , Now what to do, good intentions to do bad things!

Xie Zhiwei dressed in red lotus and red flames, as if to quell Mu Hao's hatred. He quickly absorbed the spiritual power of the blood agate, raised his hand, and the red powder quickly disappeared in the red light.